I went missing last week. On my new blog Meals on Three Burners and A Word or More, there were no posts. That happens some Sundays. Sometimes I do not make the deadline I set for myself. It happens. The deadline is for stories, a book and poetry collection. Standards are high. I completed several rounds of editing… Continue reading Pardon the Interruption
Category: Family
Pens In, Guns Out
In fifth grade, my teacher selected my short story about a town in the middle of nowhere, Bamberg, South Carolina. I won an award for writing: the Lieutenant Governor's Writing Award. I chose the image of Mizpah Church in Bamberg County, and that story inspired my manuscript Sons of the Edisto. Two stories inspired by the book… Continue reading Pens In, Guns Out
Telling A Boy’s Story
How quick they grow. Feet push up. Hands grip the couch. Soon the cliché pitter-patter turns to bam-bam. You realize how out of shape you are, or even if you're a marathon parent, you cannot keep up with the little creature. When potty training, he unravels the toilet paper. Around the table, you're family debates where… Continue reading Telling A Boy’s Story
I So Had to Tell You First
Got your attention. Good. That's what I wanted. Not to take up too much of your time. Since I am an ADD author and you're beginning to wonder: What's the point to today's post, I'll make it short … as possible. Here's the deal: I am working mom, who set many goals at the beginning of… Continue reading I So Had to Tell You First
The Mommy Scribbles: The Thing about Time
Almost two years ago I yelled at my Mom for taking my son, Charles, to get his haircut. No one told me. I was working, and everyone thought he needed a haircut. Tonight, I told Mom something different. "Take Charles to get a haircut," I said. "Please don't chop it all off." When my husband… Continue reading The Mommy Scribbles: The Thing about Time
No Matter Where
I grew up in a suburb outside Charlotte curious about everyone and everything from a place located anywhere but there. I wanted to know what people ate, what they believed and why they believed it. One constant in all of my travel, friendship and life experiences is the appreciation of landscape, cityscape and what people cultivate. When I write, my favorite… Continue reading No Matter Where
Days of Our Reading Lives: This Rock, Part I
Inspired by Pat Conroy's The Reading Life, I created a new themed post, Days of Our Reading Lives. Why is it important? Reading for a writer is sensual. It is an endurance of an author's passion over a long period of time much like a strong relationship. Books connect you to people, open new doors and… Continue reading Days of Our Reading Lives: This Rock, Part I
When We Write Letters, Part VIII: Letter to Mom
Dear Mom, Will you walk with me for a few minutes in the garden? Photos taken on my father-in-law's farm late last summer where many beautiful plants and trees grow. I think of you walking with me in the garden. Instead of shopping for dresses, we will look at ripples in the river. Don't you… Continue reading When We Write Letters, Part VIII: Letter to Mom
Thurspiration: Strength to Stand
Spring has taken it's time this year. It waits beneath the fallen leaves and frost at the end of March. As April begins, we try to remember the last time we experienced a spring starting late in the Carolinas. Maybe the seasons want us to wait and remember. See death was not done collecting lives… Continue reading Thurspiration: Strength to Stand
Friday Night Writes: When the Stadium Lights Go Out
One man switches off the lights in the football stadium. No one is left that he sees, but sometimes someone or something stays hidden out of the spotlight. He, she or it is not ready to leave. But, as soon as Josh Harnett got it in The Virgin Suicides he left Kirsten Dunst alone on the… Continue reading Friday Night Writes: When the Stadium Lights Go Out
Corrie's Season 